I Quit, Mr. Shaffer by Isabella Symons

Chapter 150

Silence enveloped the car, and the atmosphere grew heavy. Isabella

moistened her lips. Her voice emerged, husky from her parched throat. “No.”

Seth anticipated her response. He warmed up slightly, and he brushed his

fingers across the steering wheel. “I observed your performance throughout

the entire time you were in the conference room.”

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Isabella felt a tremor in her soul. She tried to recall everything she had said

that afternoon. All the things she had said just to spite Angelina now became

her own punishment, biting her in the rear.

“I had no idea you were so… ambitious,” Seth continued mercilessly.

Isabella closed her eyes and opened her mouth, but she couldn’t utter a

word. She didn’t even need to watch the surveillance footage to know that

she had put on a perfect act for Angelina, and everything she had said was

ambitious.

Seth pulled over by the roadside and listed out all of Isabella’s actions,

tormenting her. “Your resignation and refusal to continue your contract were

just a ploy to gain my attention?” He rolled down the window and leisurely

rested his hand on the edge. With his other hand, he opened the glovebox

and retrieved a packet of cigarettes.

Isabella remained lying on the seat. She could hear Seth smoking, and she

imagine what he looked like. She said nothing, but she

cigarette smoke was scorching her skin, burning her.

who had a crush on a boy, only

feelings and reject her.

if he was saying, “Sorry,

tough, she still

she told him she had said those things

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an excuse. No one

Seth.

and wiped her face while Seth wasn’t looking.

You have nothing to be afraid of.

Isabella slowly

mirror and met

said, “Any woman would kill to be

president’s wife… Seth frowned, something

he had witnessed in the afternoon and

stated Isabella wanted to be Mrs. Shaffer,

the president’s wife.

your side for five years and tended to your needs

left you. Even if you were

for me not to fall for

praised Seth to stroke his

around in the driver’s seat. Some light

didn’t appear relaxed. Isabella tried to guess what he was thinking,

head. She could only rely on her

playing hard to get. Sometimes my mind snaps out of it, you

hair, speaking calmly. “You’re not going to

so why are

fake, but the last

in it, so it sounded genuine. Seth

the last

what Gordon had said in the morning. That idiot wants

“You don’t want me to hold you back because you